On December 1st, 2007 I was in the bathroom of our old 1 bedroom apartment, all dolled up and ready for my company’s Christmas party….. Staring in disbelief at a little pink plus sign on a home pregnancy test. It was my first BFP.

Josh was skeptical because it was faint. …. But only a little skeptical. He noted that I was faint and I assured him it didn’t matter. But he suggested I take another test first thing in the morning anyhow. That night at the Christmas party he and I snuck secret smiles back and forth as we both thought about what we suspected to be true. The next morning I tested and was not surprised to see another positive result. We celebrated that day; walking around with big goofy grins plastered all over our faces.

That was our Green Bean. Our first little baby. We were blessed enough to see that baby’s heartbeat, but that little one didn’t make it but a few days longer. He hung in there long enough for us to catch that fleeting glimpse. I still have the ultrasound picture. It’s tucked away in a box, wrapped in the blanket we bought for our first little bean. I was blessed enough to carry our baby for 22 days and then fate had other plans for him and he had to go.

Never forget you, little one, not for a second. <3Note from Mama:If you enjoyed this post, please remember to vote for me at PregnancyCorner.com. You can do so by clicking on this button:

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WTF, I’m in the 3rd trimester… Not the first. It was seriously reminiscent of my Morning Sickness days when I was rushing to the restroom three times a morning to vomit. Ugh. I feel like crap. I don’t know if something I ate is sitting poorly with me, or what. Maybe my stomach is just too full. I guzzled a bunch of water and that’s when I started feeling sick.

I kept it together for most of the way down the hall. I gagged a little but was able to keep it in, and then this guy walked by me with THE STRONGEST COLOGNE EVER and I almost barfed on his shoes. He would have been all like, “OMG, YOU BARFED ON MY SHOES.” and I would have been like, “MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T TAKE YOUR BATHS IN COLOGNE, SIR, BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN A PREGNANT WOMAN ON THE VERGE OF VOMITING WILL WALK BY YOU AND SPEW ON YOUR SHOES.” and then I would have walked away.

Where was I going with this? Hell, who knows. I feel like crap. My stomach is still churning. Ugh.Note from Mama:If you enjoyed this post, please remember to vote for me at PregnancyCorner.com. You can do so by clicking on this button:

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